Post-Concert Fun
Hi guys! This is my first tickle fic for Six The Musical. Hope you enjoy!
Summary: The six wives of king Henry the eighth love to goof around after a performance!
Also, I intended this to just be a friendship thing, but if you have ships in here you can read it that way if you want!
From a tragedy, an amazing thing was born.
Six women, all with unique personalities and stories, joined forces after five-hundred years in the afterlife to create a concert.
Every song in the concert was written to educate people on London five-hundred years ago, but most importantly, to show the world that they were more than just their vile husband and his cruel ways.
They were Six.
After a particularly intense performance at the London Theatre, the Six women all sat around a table at Afterbucks, Cleves’ favourite coffee shop in the afterlife. (The queens took turns in choosing where to eat after each performance, and it was Cleves’ turn).
“Now we can all agree-’, Boleyn declared as she noisily banged her strawberry milkshake on the table before her, “That the audience clearly loved me the most this afternoon”.
Aragon was siting on the chair to Boleyn’s left, and took a sip from the green-clad one’s milkshake.
“Hey!”, Boleyn said, snatching it away, “Mine!”.
The five others laughed as Boleyn rolled her eyes and took a noisy slurp through her straw.
“Nah”, Howard said from the other side of the table, scrolling through her phone with an untouched iced latte before her, “I think that Seymour gave the best performance this time”.
Seymour smiled: “Aww, thanks boo!”.
Boleyn made a loud “humph” and crossed her arms, making sure her milkshake was out of Aragon’s reach this time.
“Oh come on, why so cranky?”, Parr asked, turning to the girl on her right.
Boleyn just shook her head, “You guys all know that I was the best”.
There was a baby in a pram two tables down from the queens, but apart from that, Anne Boleyn was the only child in the shop.
“What was that?”, Boleyn questioned, tuning to her left.
Shit, had Aragon said that out loud?
“N-Nothing”, Aragon replied.
Boleyn raised an eyebrow at her. Just than, there was a greeting from the other side of the table. The six women turned around to see a man with a ginger beard and green glasses.
“Wow!”, he remarked from behind them, “Are you the six wives?”.
The six of them were pretty used to this, especially after their concert came out. Boleyn smiled and rose from her chair, “Yes, we are. I’m Anne Boleyn, pleasure to meet you”, she said, extending an arm. The man smiled and shook it. “Fred Weasley. May I have a picture for my Instagram?”.
Boleyn chuckled, “Not for free. What have you got to offer me Fred?”.
“You can have a picture with me for free”, Aragon chirped, standing up.
“Yesss!” Fred said, punching the air, “I mean, ahh, great”.
“I’m Aragon by the way, the first wife”, she said, as Fred walked up to her for a selfie.
Boleyn groaned: Why Aragon, just why? Why ruin her opportunity to get a free muffin? Oh, how Boleyn loved her muffins.
“Thanks so much!”, Fred said, “Can I get a group photo?”.
“Yes”, they all chimed, except for Boleyn.
“If you want all six of us in it”, the childish queen said, “You’ll have to buy me a blueberry muffin”.
“Than I guess”, Aragon grinned cheekily, “He can only have five”.
“What? No!”, Boleyn said, “What’s the point of just five?”.
Aragon shrugged and gestured to Fred, waiting for the man’s decision.
“Ah, sorry Boleyn”, he said, his eyes tilting down. Aragon gave Boleyn a wink as she rushed into Fred’s selfie with the other four.
The next afternoon, It was Cathrine Howard’s turn to choose, and she decided to just sit with the girls at a little park and eat sandwiches.
The park was very peaceful. It was small, with only three trees and seven rows of gorgeous white roses on the green grass. Parrots chirped from the sky and there was a small tire swing connected to a pole. The six women were the only people there.
Howard was scrolling through her Twitter feed, which kind of ruined the vibe. “Oh come on!”, Seymour said, pointing at Howard’s phone, “Put that horrid thing down!”. Howard just chuckled, Seymour was the only one of them that still spoke like she did five-hundred years ago.
Howard stood up and ran, hoping that Seymour would run after her. Indeed, Seymour did: “Get back here Howard!”.
Howard sprinted: “Not a chance Jayne!”.
Boleyn turned to Aragon as the two other girls ran around like little kids, “And you said I was childish Cathrine”.
Aragon shrugged, “You were Boleyn. Not everything is about you, you know”.
“Oh come on, I was just being silly!”, Boleyn argued.
“Yeah, like a child”, Aragon said.
“Well, your childish too!”, Boleyn defended.
Aragon shook her head with a smirk, “Sometimes, but not as often as you Annie”.
Boleyn groaned, crossing her arms like she always did when she was annoyed.
“Oh come on Boleyn, you need to lighten-”
“No!”, Boleyn cried, jumping in the air, knowing exactly where Aragon was going with this.
This caught the attention of the other five, Seymour and Howard halting their chase.
“No? No what?”, Aragon asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
“No lightening up!”, Boleyn exclaimed.
“But why not?”, Aragon asked cheekily, “You have been acting all cranky for the past two afternoons”.
“Of course I have!”, Boleyn defended, “You were making fun of me!”.
Aragon shook her head, “No Annie, you bought this upon yourself”.
And suddenly, Boleyn was running. Dashing across the park as her pigtail buns bounced in the wind. Aragon laughed and sprinted after her: “Not so fast!”.
Howard joined the chase, teaming up with Aragon, but they still couldn’t catch Boleyn. She was the fastest out of all six of them.
Seymour, Cleves and Parr just watched the whole thing unfold, sitting by one another.
“I bet they’ll get too tired and quit”, Parr stated.
“Oh, definitely”, Cleves said, “Boleyn is like an Italian Greyhound. She never runs out of energy. But the other two will”.
Yet surprisingly, Boleyn was slowing down.
That was strange, she never got puffed out! She could literally run to the other side of the world and back without breaking a sweat! Unless.......she wanted to be caught. Seymour, Cleves and Parr all looked at each other, knowing that they were all thinking the same thing.
Boleyn slowed down so much that the other two had managed to catch up with her in only a few seconds, and they pounced on her, giggling as they fell to the grass.
“Wait-NO!”, Boleyn cried, but it was too late, the two women had already began.
“Your right, I can be childish sometimes”, Aragon teased as she tickled Boleyn’s belly, which was exposed due to her wearing a cropped-top.
Boleyn giggled and squirmed madly, but the two other ladies managed to keep her down.
“Looks like we’ve got a struggler”, Howard teased as she dug her fingers up and down the ladies neck.
“Wait, let me try something”, Aragon said, before squeezing Boleyn’s hips. Boleyn shrieked. Aragon chuckled: “Looks like that worked”.
“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE, IT TIHIHIHIHICKLES!”, Boleyn cried.
“Oh really?”, Howard said, continuing at the girls neck and ears, “We had no idea”.
“THAHAHAHAHAHAT MEHEHEHANS STOHOHHOHOP!”, Boleyn begged, wiggling like a headless worm. (Don’t Lose Your Head).
“Stop? But you wanted this!”, Aragon stated.
“Yeah”, Howard added teasingly, “We’re doing you a favour”.
“DIHIHIHIHID NOHOHOT!”.
“Did to!”, Cleves called out from the other end of the park, making the three turn their heads, “It’s really obvious. You didn’t slow down for no reason sugar!”.
“SHUHUHUTIT AHAHAHAHANNA!”, Boleyn laughed.
Cleves stood up, smirking evilly: “What did you just tell me to do Boleyn?”. She walked towards the other three and crouched down beside them.
“Cleves, no!”, Boleyn cried, as Cleves started squeezing her knees.
“BAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHHOHOHO AHAHAHAHAHA!”
The three continued this for a few more minutes: Aragon at her stomach and hips, Howard at her neck and ears and Cleves at her legs and knees. The occasional protests of “Stop!” left Boleyn’s mouth, but they had no real meaning behind them. She would never admit it aloud, but she loved this. Every second of it. And the others knew it all to well.
After a while, the three let up, letting Boleyn have a breather.
Boleyn sat up, panting: “I-hi ha-hate you all”.
Aragon smiled: “No you don’t, you love us Anne!”.
Boleyn just blushed. She was glad to be woking with five such amazing women, and they had a friendship that not even the King of England could break. Boleyn knew that these girls were always out for her, and her, for them.
They were Six.
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